Transient Ischemic Attack... I think my father had one last night. It's like a baby stroke. I know most kids would be freaking out, upset, crying, emotionally wrecked and flying home to be with their parents, but I'm chillin in my apartment.
For one thing I didn't even know my father went to the hospital last night, the one at the bottom of my street. Nope, no one called me because they didn't want to wake me up.
HELLO?? Did I mention I can roll down the street to the emergency room?
Second, having not known what was going on I didn't really have an opportunity to have emotions about it until I get a text this morning saying "dad is ok." wtf? My sister across the country got a call but me... 5 mins away... didn't.
I got the full history and it sounded like what happened to me when I got a mild concussion, but my dad didn't experience any head trauma. Lab work and imaging checked out... maybe a tiny infarct in the posterior cerebellum which is perfectly consistent with the story my mom gave me.
And he was sent home, which I don't like, but I can't come up with a reason for admission.
Anyways, I'm seeing my parents tonight for a party. Why would he come to a party after a possible TIA? I don't have a good answer, but I'm pretty sure he wants to feel normal and mom doesn't want to leave him alone. Since the party will be filled with doctors, I am ok with it.
I'm just hoping the calm I feel as I write this doesn't explode into anger (which hands down it will) when I discuss a diet and exercise plan along with a baby aspirin once per day and letting me come to his stress test on monday so I can read the EKGs myself.
Saturday, 5 April 2008
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